Glimpse of memories—
The old days we shared.
You, me in a cabin made of sand in a quiet and unknown place—
After our vows were told to each other.
After our ceremony and rituals for our undying love and life together.
We went to a journey only both of us were present.
With a loving smile in your lips, glistening eyes full of love—
You kissed my head, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks and my lips—as we claimed each other.
And in every touch, we'll shiver. In every whispers, we'll close our eyes as our passionate kisses continued.
Days of marking each of us, as only ours until death part our ways.
Nights of endless lovemaking as we watch the stars in darkly bliss.
Mornings of infinite hugs as we laugh. Passionate kisses were all over our body as we grind and spurt out the seeds of delight.
Boundless touch as followed by joyful tears—we had nothing to wish for more.
We were satiated. We were satisfied. We were contented.
And who would thought that our passionate kisses would end tragically?
When the nature has finally lost its last and thinnest thread of patience—and it sent an indefinite apocalypse.
Huge waves of water coming from the untameable tsunamis. Hottest lava rock raining from the sky as the swirling tornadoes crashed us. Earth shaking every part of the surface as holes of many hot liquid awaits down there.
I thought my world would be destroyed when nature has finally reacted to mankind's cruelty and maltreatment.
Little did I know that you're the one who will end my life. My world stopped when I saw your lifeless body—lying down the ground.
Your death ruined me. Your death killed me. Your death destroyed me. Because you are my death—your death is my end.
And as I live each of my remaining days, all I could think of are our passionate kisses, you—touching me, marking me, claiming me, loving me to no end. Showing me your world, your soul and your only home.
But then maybe, this is literally the end of our passionate love.
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Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PoetryThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
